Monthly Archives: March 2011

At clinical on a psych unit this week, a very happy bipolar writer — a beautiful woman — was singing into the payphone, ‘I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free’…

That image has stuck with me the last few days. Somehow it’s deep and wild, disturbing and awesome.


Thank you, Melvin.



The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness.

Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm
appear which pervades
heaven and earth.

– Ts’ai-ken T’an

in memory of a beloved professor, dear friend. i will remember him always.


Marc Chagall. Lovers over Sant-Paul. 1970-71. Oil on canvas. 145 x 130. Private collection

“Ravished! How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.”

“The life within life, the sheer warm, potent loveliness….. What a mystery!”

— D.H. Lawrence